Insomniac nights can be a doorway into mornings of revelation. One such sleepless night, I gaze until the stars shimmer briefly in the morning twilight before slowly fading away in the brilliance of the rising Sun. When the mind runs a riot, my limbs take over. Footsteps carry me out of my cell, eyes smart gently in the chill of a winter morning, and through the underground mazes where colored MRT lines crisscross, I arrive at the doorsteps of Longshan Temple. In the corridor